I turned away from the aurora lights shining up in the northern sky. Turned slowly to face the old house that had sat there for so long, had held so many memories, and to my surprise, and utter horror, I saw thin tendrils of flame reaching out from the house, licking the sky and sending out great clouds of dark, black smoke, tearing through the otherwise clear an beautiful sky, the deep, stunning shades of blue and green and overruled by the smoggy mass rising from my beloved home.
I saw it and at first I stood terrified, and stunned into silence. But then instinct told me to run and I took a tentative step backwards, not wanting to leave behind the life I had know, not yet.
But then my heart spoke to me warning me about something I already knew, that my family, my mother, father, siblings, was still in there, still trapped in the world if sleep and the burning house.
And I started to dash forward kicking up clouds of dust large enough to rival the smoke in the sky. i started to scream, attempting to wake them up and make them "Get out! Get out!" Mt thought grew hoarse, only whispers escaping from my wide open lips in a now silent scream. It was all I could do not to go in there and drag out every member of my family one by one.
Hot tears of riveting fear, worry, and above all sadness steamed down my face, rivers of my feeling escaping and making it out of my enclosed self, blurring my vision and my view of a perfect world. The only thing still visible in my cloudy vision was the flames coving the roof, and eating the wood like a midday snack. The roof was being gobbled up before my very eyes, and there was nothing I could do.
And then before my very eyes I saw the home my father had built all those years ago for the very purpose of having a family live in it fall in on itself all in one. It must have only taken a second, but as I watched, seemed to take years, in which I aged from the carefree young girl to a women who had seen things no young person should have to see. For I realized, in that moment, that no-one has come out and no-one would ever come out. I realized that I was now alone in this vast world. For that second I felt like following them into the dying flames, onto death. But I also realized that it was not my time, not now, maybe not for a very long time, for who could know.
And again I simply stood there contemplating what a cruel world we all lived in, ashes flying in the wind, some landing on my arms, my clothes, landing on my lashes like pitch black snow, blending in with the darkness of my hair. I stood.
And I let the torrent of tears wash over my face shamelessly for who was there to watch. And even if the whole world was watching, what is shameful about crying for ones lost so suddenly and unexpectedly?
Until finally my eyes where all dried and done, by witch time the fire had burned down to the ground, leaving only a collection a charred wood and scraps of burnt possessions, and my broken soul.
A/N And somewhere a lot of miles a way, a girl feels a very strong burst of undeniable anguish as in the distance 5 souls pass on, But the girl feels the pain of the only girl remaining in the family, screams and cried in the pain of one who had lost her family. This girl feels the others pain, feeling it unusually strongly.
And that was a reference to the first story, hope you caught that. I know I felt the girl's pain as I was writing that... I wonder if you did too? Special thanks to fandomgeneration for voting and the amazing cover! I know I hated the one I made... XD
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From My Notebook
Kısa HikayeA bunch of short stories of varying length. They are not always the best, but I do try to make they as perfect (to my standards) as humanly possible. However, this does not mean I've managed to catch every last grammatical error, nor will I try to c...
